...and a beer for the shower.

I sit and cower for hours and hours,
powerless and lost in the waterfall that’s found me,
that dances all around me and hounds me
for the answers to questions I’m not allowed to read.

But as soaps and suds flood between my toetips,
I’ll try to build ships from my memories
and wage war on the ghosts inside of me.

Because when we met you jumped at the sight of me,
frightened I might try to be the light you need
to see the other side of things.

But I promise, warm waterdrops feel a lot like love
when the rugs been ripped from under you,
so I think it’d be fun for you to step inside
and ride the waves we’ve been waiting for.

We can wash out our wounds with the moonshine
we made when the sun was down.
When the clouds sounded like battlecries
and the lies felt like lightning strikes,
listen:

I saved all our rainy days for sunshine.
So from time to time we can afford to find ourselves
locked in love’s embrace, racing to rid righteousness
from the reasons we hate ourselves.